User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Escaping the Prison of Olerr-Thayne/@comment-2246928-20161226043142/@comment-2246928-20170111205217

"Hmm..." the low voice said, seemingly unaware of the strange creature at the lowest level of the dark, twisting cell the prisoners were suspended upside-down over. The voice's tail gave a swish as it moved, and then the sound Malachi had heard was just over the vole too. A ''ssth-ssth! ''as file scraped against rusty chain. And then his chains snapped.

And he was falling, though barely even a moment had passed before the vole had slammed into the stone floor, and the low-voice laughed in the darkness, a paw gripping the vole's shoulder as its master hauled him back up. "Good thing yours was much closer to this part of the floor, huh, friend? Avoided as nasty of a plummet. Speaking of which... is that fellow still alive?" a hint of concern entered the voice. The vole could feel that the speaker's body was just right next to his, warm thick fur and a very fluffy tail (which he knew because it kept thwapping into his face as it swung) that smelled ever so slightly of something sour and rotten just beneath the initial scent of mustelid.